Thursday, October 21, 2010

Queen of Pentacles

The damned hippies mistook me
for the Queen of Pentacles. Well,
if you can't be one of the Greater Trumps--

Her provinces are earth and metal.
They wanted gold. I offered them the tawny hills
that cradle the vinyards of Sonoma.
I turned their greedy thoughts into
a swarm of metal hornets
and sent them shrieking from their fallen temple.

Archetypes are filling
and difficult to digest. I think I need
a swallow of mythic Pepto-Bismol
or maybe a spiritual Tums or two.
So much for the New Age.

From a "word salad" exercise.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside

1 comment:

Kraxpelax said...



There's much in the world that you can't explain.
It's revealed for you to remember
by the whispering voice of a distant train
or a midnight rain in november.

Horizon within! You can always find
the keys to Enigma. Let's mention
one basic Truth: of spirited Mind
is Nature naught but extension.

Internal expanses! In dreams, ridden
by fear and longing you roam
that deep Southeast in your soul hidden
...on your random journey back home.


As a native Swede, I am particularly proud of my love poetry suite Sonnets for Katie.

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